"Maybe she thinks the timing isn't right yet."
At this moment, the little chubby kid came downstairs, wearing a pleading expression, "I found the bottle opener, mom, can I have a little bit of red wine, just a tiny bit?"
"No, don't even think about it."
Luke popped the cork out of the wine, poured a glass for his mom, and one for himself, while the little chubby kid got himself a box of orange juice.
The three clinked their glasses together, and Linda took a sip, "By the way, I heard Lucas had an accident."
"How did you know?"
"I saw it on the news, is it true?"
"Yes, he's dead."
"How did he die?"
"Murdered, I can't say too much."
"You're working on this case too."
"Yeah, I even met his wife today."
"Wow... that's such a pity, I've seen the movies he directed..."
Luke interrupted, "I know, 'The Storm of Special Combat', I've almost developed calluses in my ears hearing about it today."
